Darkfall Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

The story was just beginning. End of Chapter 180

LEGACY Dawn broke over the Highlands the way dawn breaks after the longest nights, slowly, almost hesitantly, as though the sky itself needed time to trust that morning had actually arrived. Elara stood at the mouth of the Ashfall platform, watching gray light spread across hills that had guarded a secret for longer than she'd been alive. She thought, standing there, of everything that had led to this exact moment, a billionaire's death that had seemed, back when this all began, like nothing more than an unusual audit. A hidden account.

" I heard the voice whispered in my ear, a promise that made my soul yearn to reach, that made me fall to my knees, taking a deep breath as tears streamed down my face. It was so easy, so easy to give up. To never feel that pain again and to give up this rage that consumes me. All I had to do was curl up in this darkness and make it my blanket, my protection, my shield. "I'm tired..." My voice is a whisper and when I finally realize that that darkness is going to take me I am pulled out. Dylan POV

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED TEN AURORA'S POV Chapter 110 opened with a palpable tension in the air as the supernatural forces assembled for the final battle against the encroaching darkness. The convergence was upon us, and the fate of our world teetered on a knife's edge. We had trained, prepared, and gathered our strength, but the uncertainty of the outcome weighed heavily on our hearts.

As the darkness of the sky began to subside, he moved from the rooftop and started making his way back to the house. *_*_*_*_* Closing the door to the apartment and rushing into her room before Zander noticed her presence, Harley leaned back against the wall and slid down to the floor, running her fingers through her hair. Since she was alone, she didn't bother to stop the tears that were already falling. She was used to crying by now, every night since the fight. It was exhausting, but she couldn't bring herself to stop. The days were filled with the hum and buzz of the city, but the nights were near silent with little more than the distant sound of sirens. It was rare that she would get a

The sudden shrill from the Blacksmith’s chiseling fleets into my ears then do I realize what time it is. Lord Owen made the right choice to dump me in a dungeon beneath the Smithy because it somehow turned out to be a blessing through the years. Reason is; I may have gotten too used to the darkness that I know no difference between the day and the night, so the old Smith’s arrival marks a dawn, while the waning of his sounds announce twilight. Slow echo of footsteps tells me that someone is approaching my cell. I allow my trembling hands to stray from my ears, panging headache suddenly streaking in at the realization of looming trouble.